Who is Mikho Mosulishvili

A Georgian writer and playwright. He was born in 1962 (tiger’s year), December 10th. He graduated in 1986 from the Tbilisi State University. Afterward, he worked as a geologist and as a journalist in various newspapers, published several stories, novels, translations, and plays. His plays were performed in Georgia at theaters, on television, and on the radio. Some of his works have been translated into Latvian, English, German, Armenian, and Russian. * https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miho_Mosulishvili...
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Mikho Mosulishvili Poems

  • From You To The Sky
    The yellow moon will dance in oleanders
    At the end of November,
    At the beginning of Sagittarius.
    And I can no longer count ghosts, ...
  • The Syndrome Of Holophernes
    (Holofernes is sure that his cut-off head pronounces a monologue in Judith's dream)

    From my gate of oblivion
    To the narrow road of Your love ...
  • The Way To Yourself
    The way to yourself
    When you know beforehand,
    That you're already dead...
    When you know beforehand, ...
  • I Will Finally Leave Too
    I will finally leave too,
    Of course, I can't stay here.
    How will you cry to me,
    I won't be here or there... ...
  • Fishing On Our Love Dreams
    Sometimes,
    During autumn or winter,
    From the town of Sighnaghi -
    18th-century fortifications, ...
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The Killing Place
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We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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